User blog comment:Bartholomew Bilberry Bowstring/The First of Many/@comment-26024035-20160425040834/@comment-26024035-20160509162549

"Got it." The two squirrels, sufficiently rested from the journey with the cart, strode up to the crate and crouched down, digging their paws beneath the crate. They looked expectantly at Falkin, bushy tails up and flicking with anticipation. Rissah swallowed.